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...ethic has already become a thing of legend and awe. Up every weekday at 7 a.m., he usually got in a quick two-hour workout consisting of lifting or running before heading off to class. He then returned at 4 p.m. for a practice involving live wrestling before watching tape of opponents in the evening. In the end, Jantzen spent three different parts of his day dedicating himself to winning a National Championship...
...beach. Word was passed that a small draw providing access up the bluff had been found and that attempts were being made to blow up the barbed wire with bangalore torpedoes and find a way up through the mines. As I started up, I saw the white tape marking a safe path through the mines, and I also saw the price paid to mark that path for us. Several G.I.s had been blown to death, and another, still alive, was being attended to. As I passed, I could see that both his legs were gone, and tourniquets were being applied...
...stuck my heel in the ground. This would be the upper left corner of the first grave. I found an empty K-ration carton and split it into wooden stakes. I paced off the graves in rows of 20 and marked them with the stakes. I had no transit, tape measure, shovels, picks or any other equipment needed to establish a properly laid-out cemetery...
...owns just one Morrissey album. That would make as much sense as having one Grateful Dead tape or a single Proust volume. Either you've got them all or you go out of your way to avoid socializing with people who do. The issue, of course, isn't with the art but with the cult. In Morrissey's case, his acolytes long ago beatified him as the fragile saint of adolescent misery. "A lot of my fans have this perennial mental image of me being anemic and falling helplessly down the stairs," says Morrissey. "I'm not actually like that...
...seem to satisfy our appetite for the Mob. We've heard those murky wiretap recordings, seen the grainy surveillance photos, obsessively watched The Godfather and The Sopranos. But we want to know more, whether it's about the prep work for plunging an ice pick into someone's neck (tape the handle to avoid fingerprints) or the supplies needed for going to war with another crime family (bring big pots for marinara sauce to feed everyone at the safe house). Now two breezy new gangland guides, Donnie Brasco's The Way of the Wiseguy (Running Press; 224 pages) and Henry...